Poem – Goodnight

Welcome home.

blooming_universe

Somewhere an insomniac

Has too many galaxies in his chest.

He smothers the pages of his notebooks,

With an assembly of stars.

Buds of his mind bloom into nebulae

On canvas.

He stays up,

And he waters his abyss.

A cloud settles on his pillow

Before he falls deeply

Into the Earth’s crust,

Where he dreams of the day he’ll be in bed

And melt into its core.

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